Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 211: Xuan Nu of the Nine Heavens

The woman slowly approached Tian Fan. Each step seemed incredibly difficult for her. Staring at Tian Fan on the ground, her body swayed, sometimes solid, sometimes transparent. Her eyes were incredibly gentle, and she trembled as she said, “Tian… Fan… is your name… the same as what I thought?”

Hearing that voice and seeing those gentle eyes, Tian Fan trembled violently, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn’t help but reach out to touch the woman before him, but stopped halfway, for his hand was still stained with blood, and he feared soiling her clothes.

“Xuan Nu, a million years have passed, and you still think this way?” In the distance, a beautiful woman appeared in the sky, a faint sadness in her eyes, slowly walking towards this direction.

“Phoenix? You’re still alive, that’s good…” Seeing the newcomer, the woman smiled faintly, then lowered her head, looking at Tian Fan, and whispered, “Perhaps I was wrong, but you can understand my feelings, right?”

“I can understand, but… perhaps this isn’t fair to him, is it?”

The soft voice came from the beautiful woman’s lips. The woman, as a spirit, trembled slightly, her figure becoming somewhat faint. 

Tian Fan’s expression changed drastically, his heart aching again, as if he were about to lose something most precious. Incomparably brilliant silver light emanated from his body, surging towards the woman. At the same time, ancient divine runes once again showered down golden light, struggling to maintain the woman’s form.

“Xuan Nu, do you see? A million years, is it worth it?” The beautiful woman glanced at Tian Fan, then looked at the woman and said softly.

“You stinking bird, shut your beak! How could you possibly understand the princess’s feelings!” The white-clad woman who had flown in first was somewhat angry, shouting at the beautiful woman.

“Tian Fan…” Zi Ying called softly. Although she didn’t know what was going on, she could sense his helplessness. She truly didn’t know what to do. 

Long Yuyun couldn’t get a word in edgewise, only watching with worry. They could sense that these people meant him no harm.

“Brother…” The little creature, connected to him telepathically, felt the boundless pain and sorrow. Overwhelmed with worry, it slowly flew forward and perched on Tian Fan’s shoulder, tugging at his hair with a paw. Then, looking at the woman in front of it, it asked, “Pretty sister, who are you? Why are you making brother so sad?”

Hearing the little creature’s childlike voice, the woman’s soul trembled again. She looked forward once more. Tian Fan’s lips were bitten raw, and the five finger holes on his large, silver-glowing hand were so conspicuous, drops of blood falling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” the woman trembled. Even as a soul, tears welled up in her eyes. The flowers and grasses in the distance seemed to sense her sorrow, all wilting and losing their vitality.

“Xuan Nu, your time is running out. Whether this cycle is a beginning or an end, we don’t know. Perhaps we will disappear forever in this life. There are many things he doesn’t understand, and this is truly unfair to him. He has the right to know. Now, I will unlock that sealed memory for him!”

The beautiful woman ignored Bai Hu’s words, looking at the woman in a deep voice. Then, she pointed a finger, and the sky instantly shattered. She moved both hands simultaneously, drawing spatial trajectories, extracting a spiritual imprint from the woman’s soul and perfectly presenting it in the sky. 

Sensing that aura, Tian Fan couldn’t help but look over.

“What is that?”

Looking at the scene, Zi Ying and the others all gaped in astonishment, their expressions shocked. The vast and magnificent mountains and rivers were now constantly crumbling. The scene was filled with ghostly wails and howls, the sky was pitch black, and terrifying red lightning bolts struck down from time to time, instantly shattering a continent.

“Kill!”

They saw angels with wings on their backs, gods clad in armor, each incomparably holy, their bodies surrounded by blazing white light. But now, their faces lacked any holiness; their fighting spirit was boundless. They charged relentlessly through the heavens, their bodies stained crimson with blood, yet not one of them faltered.

A powerful aura surged across the sky. Although it was merely a mark, the aura emanating from those beings was far too powerful, far exceeding the realm of Immortal Ascension. 

The group was horrified, unable to contain their trembling. 

Gazing at the sky, Long Yuyun’s lips trembled, and he stammered, “Those people…were they immortals and gods…did they really exist!”

“Pfft…”

However, a golden light flashed across the sky, and corpses plummeted from the heavens, falling into the torrent below and being submerged.

On another battlefield, countless celestial demons and fallen angels roared to the heavens. Their howls unleashed a torrent of demonic light that swept across the sky, shattering endless spacetime. 

Everyone was horrified; these were demons, true demons, many far surpassing the limits of the Immortal Ascension Realm. Even the sheer aura emanating from the scene made them feel as if their bodies were about to crack.

“Roar…” A golden dragon, hundreds of feet long, roared to the heavens, tearing two powerful enemies before it to shreds.

Battle raged across numerous battlefields, blood staining the sky. Then, three colossal stone tablets descended from the heavens. The immortals, gods, and demons charging into battle all wore expressions of despair, yet they showed no sign of yielding. They roared to the heavens, shattering spacetime for miles around. Their indomitable spirit and sorrow infected everyone present, making them want to weep.

Gods were dead, immortals were destroyed, even demons had vanished. This was a calamity of demons, a great tribulation for immortals and gods! 

“Waaah…”

In this oppressive era filled with the aura of death, the sudden cry of an infant, like spring rain pattering across parched earth, brought a sense of peace to everyone.

Upon hearing this sound, Tian Fan’s body trembled violently, his eyes flashing. 

The woman’s soul also trembled slightly, her eyes filled with infinitely gentle light.

“Great! Great! The young master has finally been born! Miss, look, how adorable!”

At the very edge of the sky, a place brimming with boundless life force, sacred and sacred, covered in vibrant, multicolored spiritual herbs, like a paradise, a woman in white knelt in the center of this world, a snow-white fox perched on her shoulder.

In her arms lay a delicately sculpted infant. Though newly born, the little one’s eyes were bright and piercing, its two chubby little hands reaching towards the woman’s jade-like face.

Boom!

Suddenly, the world trembled violently. Countless plants withered, and a gigantic demonic spear appeared in the sky, shimmering with endless chaotic divine light, seemingly capable of easily piercing through an entire world. 

A figure shrouded in golden armor appeared, uttering a chilling voice, “Heh heh, Xuan Nu of the Nine Heavens, even someone as powerful as you is incredibly weak after giving birth, isn’t she?”

Hearing this, the woman trembled, tightly embracing her adorable infant. She looked up at the sky, her face filled with confusion, unable to understand how this newcomer knew she was there.

“This is!” Everyone was stunned, staring at the woman holding the infant in the scene, then at the woman’s ghostly figure in the present. They looked exactly alike—it was the same person!

Xuan Nu of the Nine Heavens—even those who weren’t cultivators on the Divine Martial Continent knew of her. 

Legend had it that she was the daughter of the Lord of the Gods, her beauty astonishing all, unmatched by anyone. She possessed boundless power, capable of penetrating heaven and earth, and made immeasurable contributions to humanity. Legend also says she was an incredibly great mother, and people called her the Holy Mother of the Nine Heavens, revered by the world and becoming the embodiment of beauty and holiness.

Looking at her, the group’s expressions changed simultaneously. They stared in shock at the faint soul-like figure in the arena. Was this person, this woman with a sorrowful expression, truly the Xuan Nu of the Nine Heavens? The person from ancient mythology actually existed, standing right before them!

Zi Ying was incredibly excited, her face flushed. The Xuan Nu of the Nine Heavens was her idol. She had originally thought she was just a fictional character created in legends, but she never imagined she was real. 

The person she had always admired wasn’t a figment of imagination; she was now standing truly before her!